The next day.
Medical Center.
Hospital room.
"Dr. Duncan, how is she?"
Cinderella's sister and Prince Charming both looked at Adam expectantly.
"The tumor has shrunk as expected."
Holding the MRI scans taken that day, Adam pointed at the tumor and smiled. "At this rate, we should be able to operate around Thanksgiving and remove the entire tumor."
"Thank God!"
Cinderella's sister and Prince Charming both cried out in delight.
She had gone from being inoperable and waiting to die to being able to undergo surgery. It was nothing short of a miracle.
Thank Paige, thank Hades, Adam thought with an inward laugh. After giving Carter a few instructions and telling him to keep watch over the patient and call him immediately if anything happened, he left.
He was busy.
Not only did he have to meet his daily mandatory quota of saving lives to increase his Lifespan, he now also had the task of organizing data and writing a paper.
Before the surgery, when Adam had silently said to himself, Surgery today, The Lancet cover next week, he had merely been borrowing the jinx effect of the King of Jinxes's "returning home next week" and a certain singer's frenzied demands to make the headlines.
A week was enough time to write a paper, but not enough to gather sufficiently persuasive data.
Naturally, he had to be especially careful with an article intended for publication in one of the four major international medical journals.
It would be awkward if it got rejected.
Of the four major international medical journals, two were from the United States and two from Britain.
They were the United States' New England Journal of Medicine and Journal of the American Medical Association, and Britain's The Lancet and British Medical Journal.
Although the New England Journal of